"Although this time we are not the ones going to war, our bond with the Hanba Clan is like that of brothers. If we could reclaim our homeland, we would do our ancestors proud."
Loyal guardians of Mang Hao, Elder Yin and Elder Yang, one excited, the other composed.
Mang Hao smiled dumbly and confirmed again:
"Has the message been passed down? The Hanba Clan doesn't need our help as long as we provide them with coordinates and intelligence—that's enough."
"This is a battle of Divine Enthronement, and the outcome is not yet decided. Our clan members must not return."
"Of course, as an elder, managing affairs will ease your worries, young master."
Elder Yin chuckled softly, looked up at the approaching destination, and his smile gradually faded:
"Although the supreme of the Hanba Clan is confident, I shouldn't worry needlessly."
